Well, Monday was better than Sunday and today was better than yesterday. Although, yesterday when I heard friends say things like, *Why didn't you call me?* and *I always want to hear your crap.* I felt loved. I keep breathing and one breath at a time I move away from grief into anger. At least there is more energy in anger than in grief. But, it does not consume my day or my thoughts. I feel it, I give it words if I can and I breathe. I will move on. I will find a way to be able to be open and helpful and yet I am afraid there will always be a detachment, a protection, I hope not. But, it would seem only natural. Yes? Having had this experience should make me wiser, not meaner. Yes?